Helpless, Lord Yuan Bao grabbed a fine, broken branch, put a foot forward and raised a claw. It was a swordplay posture that Meng Fuyao had first witnessed Zhangsun Wuji executing when breaking a sword formation.
The intimidating pose startled the young cat and caused it to take a step back. Lord Yuan Bao immediately pointed the branch at it and assumed the second pose –
Unfortunately, the snow white fur on his bum gradually became moist.
Meng Fuyao burst into laughter before whipping the horse and leaving poor Yuan Bao to battle the cat in his pink dress.
Making a turn after another, Meng Fuyao gradually caught a glimpse of an embroidered curtain in the alley in front.
It was especially well made.
Just a second later Meng Fuyao desperately slapped her horse, screaming, "Turn around. Turn around!"
